(…)
Give me sixty-nine years,
Another season in this hell.
It's all sex and death as far as I can tell.
Like Prometheus we are bound,
Chained to this rock of a brave new world,
Our godforsaken lot.
And I feel that's all we've ever needed to know,
'Til worlds end and the seas run cold.
Give me sixty-nine years,
Another season in this hell.
There is sex and death
(…)
Black Sun, Dead Can Dance, Aion, 1990
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